I needed it. Quiet. Solitary. Alone-ness.
As a raging introvert, the way the Lord refuels me is by pulling back, being still, craving the solace of the nothing. So today, I found it in a quiet corner coffee shop with a huge picture window with an eye on the gray afternoon. I read the Word, I watched the world, I listened as the Word fed me. My mind was filled with the here and now - troubles, worries, stresses, the what-if's and the how-do-I's and the pray-I-get-this-right's. I began to press in and read. One passage led to the next, and the chapters led me to books and verses.
I'm not sure when it happened, but I looked up and out the window and realized... everything was dripping. It wasn't raining - though, it certainly had been. The storm had come and gone and I had missed the entire thing.
Hmm. I was so focused on the Word and hearing the healing and waiting for the rescue that I missed the storm all together.
Is that what He intends? Does He wish that we will be so enveloped in Him, in seeking Him, knowing His purposes that the tough times come and go and we hardly notice? That one day, after a time of intense eye-locking with Jesus, we look just left of his gaze to find He's brought us through barely damp, where had we focused on it unfolding, we tragically would have memorized every drop, rehearsed every puddle of pain, recorded every splash.
I'm thinking that's exactly how He designed it.
Look at the story recorded in three of the Gospels (Luke 8, Matthew 8, Mark 4) where the disciples in the boat were freaking out in the storm. Meanwhile, the Prince of Peace was taking a nap. Yes, I'm pretty sure that's exactly how He designed it.
The lesson here for me is: He is all we need. (Matthew 6:33) Don't look left or right. (Proverbs 4:25) and if we're intentional to lock eyes with the Savior, instead of the storm - we have the potential to miss it altogether.